I don’t think things need to be confirmed as socially positive in order to be loved or appreciated.
Football – Chuck Klosterman
I’ve long pushed back on the mere notion of guilty pleasures. With all the tumalt in the world, if WWE or The Real Housewives or Taylor Swift bring you any sort of happiness, the rest of the world should screw off if they don’t like it.
If the consensus is “Decent Guy, Good Tipper,” I’d be happy.
I’m not allowed to name names of course, but I have a client at work whose name is 95% the same as a really annoying one hit wonder song from the 90’s and it has ben stuck in my head for days.
A few months back I made a mistake. I saw an ad on Facebook for a subscription to a puzzle service, and it seemed like it might make for a good gift for someone I know. it turns out the price was ridiculous, so I closed out the browser and figured that was that. Now months later, my feed is still filled with ads from that company and others of a similar ilk. You’d figure I was a lifelong puzzle afficianado but no. I’m just drowning in a torrent of irrelevant social media spam. Remember when social media was fun? I do.
I’m well aware that the music I grew up qualifies as oldies now, and that rock is basically old people music. But I didn’t realize how bad it was until Collective Soul became part of a “look at how old and gross this feller is” commercial.
All of my life I’ve defined success in one and only one way. Live so that there’s no chance I’ll ever be called to testify before Congress. So far, so good.
A lot has been written about how the AI slop taking over the internet can make people believe things that just aren’t true. But what about the opposite case? There’s so much AI generated garbage floating around that when I saw news of the Rush reunion I didn’t believe it. Not one little bit.
I’m usually proud to be an attorney, but when I see something like this product having a warning that it contains nuts, I’m pretty sure one of my professional colleagues was involved.
